Burnt Vacant Red

[discarded_lover]

This headache
Incisions
Machine washed your letters and tore up your pictures
This handle
This feeling
Your hatred, the floor, your love, the ceiling
I wish I
Could take it
All back from saying the lines I was faking
You never noticed
I never said
I’d never need
Burnt vacant red

This longing
This teareye
I wish I could find you alone on a highway
And tell you
I’m sorry
I cried at your wedding
And rained on you party
And if I
Don’t make it
Feel bad for one moment
And after that shake it
Cos you never told me
And I never said
That I’d never need
Burnt vacant red

Remembrance
Sedation
A plane ticket home
And a life of frustration
A gift horse
To glance at
Thrown away food
For beggars to stare at
I’m broken
I’m tired
I still miss the times when I was inspired
I’ll never tell you
What’s all in my head
And pity me hiding
Burnt vacant red

Intentions
Submissions
An analogue clock compromised my position
The fragile
The dagger
Still on broken glass I drunkenly stagger
The voices
Inside me
Are stand-alone fixtures and reasons for hiding
And I never showed you
When we went to bed
That this heart in my chest
Is burnt vacant red

This is unconventional beauty in the form of a poem.